“I’ve met [NPR cuck Scott Detrow] across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and [Scott] asks me, ‘Why?’
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love?
I look at [NPR cuck Scott Detrow] behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but [Scott’s] got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And [Scott] says, ‘No, that’s not right.’
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach [Scott] anything.”
-Fight Club, Revised